Anniversary Massacre.
by Lexxa
Roses are bloody
Violets are gutty
Stabbing at your flesh
Slicing off your parts
Happy Anniversary
You little slut.
Category: Poetry
Cat and Mouse
by Wesley Strall
I have these thoughts.
Magnificent words.
A symphony in my head.
Endorphins release.
Pleasure takes root.
Then they are gone.
I can’t remember them.
As hard as I try.
They stay hidden in my mind.
Only to return when I unlock another.
Shortly after, they leave me again.
An eternal game of cat and mouse.
I grow so very tired of chasing.
There is but only one way to end this pitiful game.
By forcing these thoughts out with a piece of lead.
Bio: My name is Wesley Strall, I was born in Sarasota, Florida and I am 19 years old. Cheers.
Oh Jupiter.
by Brandon Henry
Gargantuan gassy globe,
Like a Cyclopes,
Ever staring into the
Deep vast expanse of the universe.
With a large red eye,
Containing
Violent anticyclonic storms,
Churning the atmosphere
Like butter for at least 400 years.
I get a glimpse of you and your
Four largest children,
Lo, Europa, Ganymede, and Callisto,
Appearing as an olive on a tooth pick,
Bathing in a martini.
While gazing through his larger
Eye,
Galileo discovered you,
From your light,
But Simon named you.
Shining brighter than the nearest star,
365 million miles away,
Makes you seem not so far.
Come next year,
Juno
Will be paying you a visit.
Once she is gone,
You will remain alone.
Forever soaking in the black void
You will stay there,
But I will continue
To watch you from here!
The Fragile Lake
by Annette Kinship
My moments of fear
Are fragile like a lake
Carefully I tread
Into the dark of the sight
Remembering the pain
On the other side
Tremulous woes
‘board my ship
They move about
Tipping and longing
To suck me in.
Moments of fear
As a thief
Into the depth
Of the dark.
No candle, no star
No flicker of lightning bug
As I tiptoe
Fear
Under my feet,
My heart knowing
I could freeze
If a crackle
Beneath defeat.
I tenderly
As if walking on air
Steel my thoughts
Searching for
The memory of light.
A feather if dropped
With the cold night air
Could shift the thin
Frozen sheet of water,
I must stay my mind
Or the chill air
Will become my fate.
I walk with all grace
I lift my weight to God
I tend to my soul
With the strength
Of Love.
My ship does not tip
My feet do not sink
The thief cannot steal
Darkness loosed.
Scars
by Megan Finsel
Every scar has a story,
even the ones you can’t see
when you look at her
the ones crisscrossing her heart like a map
telling where all she has been and what all has happened.
She is a walking novel,
a compilation of the lies she has been told
and the lies she has believed
the words people have said
sketched for eternity into her flesh.
A civil war rages within her,
although she is taking up arms,
the enemy is throwing daggers into her self-worth.
While her demons
chase her in circles around the room inside her head,
telling her what all she is not,
and repeating every ugly nickname she ever had.
Bio: I’m a Special Education major with a love for books. Writing is not only a hobby, it’s my passion; it’s how I connect with the world by share my thoughts and emotions. If you want to get to know me, you need to read my stories, because I put a piece of myself into each one. My goal is to inspire at least one person with my work; then I know I’ve done my job.
Brain Storm
By Jaime Ruehle
Bio: I am a full time student in pursuit of my DVM (doctor of veterinary medicine), and am at SCF to get my A.A. degree and prerequisites finished. I work part time at a vet office in Venice as a veterinary technician (similar to a nurse), and in my free time I study very hard in order to achieve scholastic success. This kind of a lifestyle takes a lot of determination, and I have even more than that. Poetry has been a big part of my life, and the main outlet for my emotions. I hope you enjoy my work.
Victim to Beauty
By Jordan Noyes
We voiced our concern with how he left us,
With organs wrought to twilight,
As we crowded around his remains,
The children playing with stolen teeth,
Caressing dreamless eyes,
The adults kicking a soul-departed son,
Letting free the anger,
Which surpasses normality,
Each eager to indulge,
An end beyond compare,
But we found no joy,
For we were left with unkind monuments,
Monuments of bone and blood,
Sinew and sorrow,
He was lost and we jeered,
Disgusted at how he went,
In the heart of ignorance and fear,
A pleasuring death drowned our terrors,
But an ugly demise was an unfulfilling end,
And so we thirsted,
To create from ourselves,
A sight both loathsome and merry,
So we went to the roof anew,
And pushed each another once more,
Waiting for the next to fall,
Hoping death would come,
But above all,
Beauty.
Bio: My name is Jordan Noyes, I am currently a student at SCF, and I adore the macabre. Though my poem may not be the best example of one’s writing, I enjoy creating stories that direct the reader over to the strange by denouncing the mundane.
Bubonic Plague on the Subway System
By M. Parks
Fear
It’s the American way
There is always
A new disease
A new war
The Devil is lurking
Around every corner
What will they find next?
Kittens carry ebola?
Chocolate causes infidelity?
Your commute to work
Will make you blind
Listen
Clam down
Be alive!
Tonights headline
You’re Gonna Die
Someday
So hide your children
Barricade your home
Buy everything
That your fear sells you
Because we have your comfort
On clearance
Bio: My name is Matt Parks, I am a student of the arts. I am returning to school after a 5 year hiatus.
Cold Memories
By Christine Cohn
The playground is devoid of
voices or faces
Despite the condition of the weather
I admire the intricacy of the snowflakes
I have finally made the time to
break away from my career
Yet I form tears at the sight of
lovers skating across the
frozen pond in the distance
Brain Storm
( MUST MAKE STORM IMAGE)
By Jaime Ruehle
Thundering through the night crashing
in my sleep. Ideas pour down like
raindrops but they never miss a
beat. The beauty of the brain
storm in dark and lightning,
rain. Ideas, pictures
dancing, storming up
my brain. Its three
o’clock already, and
my fourth time out
of bed. Because
this wondrous
storm is tearing
through my
head. Now
I’m dragging
to my feet,
and I barely
slept at
all.
Not for a moment did I ever think
that the thunder clouds would fall.
Bio: I am a full time student in pursuit of my DVM (doctor of veterinary medicine), and am at SCF to get my A.A. degree and prerequisites finished. I work part time at a vet office in Venice as a veterinary technician (similar to a nurse), and in my free time I study very hard in order to achieve scholastic success. This kind of a lifestyle takes a lot of determination, and I have even more than that. Poetry has been a big part of my life, and the main outlet for my emotions. I hope you enjoy my work.